He could only trust to the instinct of local postilions and local horses; and instinct had proved wrong.
The travellers alighted, and were ushered into a not uncomfortable-looking parlour; very low as to the ceiling, very old-fashioned as to the furniture, but spotlessly clean, and enlivened by a good fire, to which his lordship drew near, shivering and muttering discontentedly to himself.
'We might be worse off,' said her ladyship, looking round the bright little room, which pleased her better than many a state apartment in the large hotels at which they had stopped.
'Hardly, unless we were out on the moor,' grumbled her husband.

'I am sick to death of this ill-advised, unreasonable journey.

I am at a loss to imagine your motive in bringing me here.

You must have had a motive.' 'I had,' answered Lady Maulevrier, with a freezing look.

'I wanted to get you out of the way.